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| - It was a cold winters morning, she could feel the frozen grass biting at her bare feet as she was being brought out of her cell. The linen bag they had placed over her head only let through the faintest of light, but then she did not need light to tell her where she was going. The Light had long since abandoned her, despite what the vicar had tried to tell her only moments ago, she knew - and she knew she was going to die. She never resisted even as they put the noose around her neck, she had accepted the path before her a long time ago... and it's not like it would accomplish anything. In his usual droning voice the self-righteous bastard began the ritual that was supposed to make this different from what she had done. "As Mayor of Southshore, and for the charge of murder I here by condemn you Danie..." The esteemed mayor of Southshore was cut short by the sharp "twang" as the rope around her neck tightened. She was supposed to be dead, she knew that much - but she could still hear them whispering as the rope slowly strangled her. "You mindless buffon! How often must I tell you to wait until I have pronounced the sentence, if you were not my sisters husband I swear I would fire you for incompetence." Whomever he was addressing took the tirade calmly enough and only replied "I think she is still alive" "Ah, good you have a chance to redeem you self. Get her back up - and this time you had better wait till I've finished, the protocol is there for a reason after all" She felt somebody tugging at the rope as the sounds arround her faded. Waking up was a surprise, at first she drew a sigh of relief - thinking it had all been a bad dream. The horrors of reality dawned on her soon enough, this wasn't her bedroom - and those tree men slowly backing away from her certainly wasn't anyone she knew. "What.. where am I?" "Uden lo daer!" What ever it meant it sounded a tad desperate, and sure enough he grabbed for his dagger. Not really thinking her hand reached the dagger first and plunged it into his heart. The hot sweet smell of blood woke something in her, a hunger of sorts. She quickly retracted the dagger, but quick as she was the other two had allready run away. "Grave robbers ..Grave robbers?" then it finaly hit her, the plague.. that must have been it. And with that she realised it would be dangerous to remain here for much longer, the grave robbers would not remain silent for long. Casting her mind about she remembered the tales of what was supposedly going on in Lordaeron, intelligent undeads hardly seemed possible - but in her current situation even the silliest of tales would do. Lost in the forest of Tirisfal she came upon a rider - from the looks of things he should not be be there, much less riding, but then the same could be said of her. She walked out onto the road right in his path "And you are?" he demanded haughtily. Her memories had faded fast over the last few days of travelling, and to her horror she realised she could not recall her name. What had that the mayor said? Dani something, but surely that was but part of her name. "Dani? an odd name that. Well report to Brill immediately Dani, or you may well be taken for one of the scourge" She did not realise she had spoken the name out loud, and why would she not want to be taken for scourge? Apparently she must have spoken aloud again, for the rider hit her hard across the face "Ofcourse we are not scourge, we are the forsaken! Now be on your way, you have kept me from my duties long enough" and so it began...
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